The founding and declaration of the Spirit Alliance was like a massive stone thrown into the lake that had been calm for a hundred years, causing ripples that quickly spread to every corner of the Cangling Ancient Country.
Every day, new figures arrived at the Spirit Academy's mountain gate.
Among them were loose cultivators who had once received the Spirit Academy's favors, disciples from sects who had fought shoulder-to-shoulder during the beast chaos, and countless young Beastmasters whose blood hadn't cooled and who were filled with righteous indignation upon hearing the secrets of the Divine Race.
"My life was saved by the Spirit Academy's healers; now that the Spirit Academy is in trouble, how can I sit and do nothing?"
"Protecting the dragon veins is protecting the foundation of my Human Race! Count me in!"
